Khairul Ahsan

Gold Star - 9,802 Points (Bangladesh)

Khairul Ahsan Poems

1. Love Burns 7/28/2014
2. In Time 5/14/2015
3. Like That Cat 5/21/2015
4. How Much You Would Unfold... 6/27/2015
5. Your Face 7/1/2015
6. A Bubble 7/5/2015
7. Dreams And Smoke 6/17/2015
8. A Wish 10/20/2014
9. Like Siberian Birds 2/17/2015
10. Life Geometric 8/8/2014
11. Discovering Myself! 12/16/2014
12. Sensual Sensory 3/17/2015
13. There's A Bird Up There! 3/3/2015
14. Last Night 1/12/2015
15. Her Eyes 1/15/2015
16. Your Corner At Home 4/15/2014
17. Pain And Pleasure Of Loneliness 6/26/2015
18. A Cuckoo's Songs 7/8/2015
19. An Embroidered Quilt And The Woven Dreams 4/20/2015
20. Long Forgotten 3/31/2015
21. The Hocking River 4/4/2015
22. At Poemhunter 12/27/2014
23. Feel My Heart's Calling 1/16/2015
24. Every Kiss 11/9/2014
25. Womb 1/1/2015
26. Sensitivity 9/2/2014
27. Waiting 9/3/2014
28. The Thought 4/5/2015
29. Mcc - My Alma Mater 7/15/2015
30. Privacy 2/4/2015
31. Combustible 1/9/2015
32. A Long Wet Kiss 3/16/2015
33. Strange Coincidence 10/22/2014
34. Women 8/12/2014
35. The Ultimate 5/20/2014
36. Rude 9/29/2013
37. Barter 11/8/2013
38. Hopes Spring Eternal Though... 7/19/2015
39. Sharing Of Heart 4/12/2015
40. Light And Darkness 5/2/2015
Best Poem of Khairul Ahsan

Pristine Love

No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.

She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.

Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...

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Come Home Darling

It's been long since you've gone.
Though we chat, regularly somewhat,
See you on Skype, every night,
Yet that's not enough, seems tough,
To live without you. It's nothing new!

The night before you left, we hardly slept,
Heightened emotions, kept us in motion.
Intense desires kept us afire, oh my dear,

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